Disclaimer: No, not today…
Summary: Rose/10.5 mush stuff.
Pairings: Duh! Rose/10.5.
Rating: K
Genre: General; Humour.
Chapter Summary: The Doctor's gone domestic!! Aghh!
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Jackie sighed in relief as she walked into the Doctor's study and found him there, scrawling away at some notes. "There you are," she said. "Rose and Pete have gone out so you can help me downstairs."
The Doctor looked up and stared at her like she had just grown two heads. "You want what?"
"The washing up… and the hovering wants doing… I think Tony's nappy wants changing as well."
"You want me to…?" the Doctor looked quite alarmed.
"Yes, you! You've got two hands haven't you," said Jackie sternly, with hands on hips.
"Yes, but –"
"Don't you go thinking just because you're part alien you can get with not doing the cleaning."
"But… but you – we – are rich!" the Doctor insisted. "What about the maids!"
"You've got another thing coming if you think I'm letting a bunch of children do my housework. Anyway, what am I supposed to do while they clean the house? No, no maids here, I do the housework, and you're helping," Jackie insisted.
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Clump, chrkk chrrrk, clump, clump .
The Doctor frowned at the very odd noise coming from the vacuum cleaner. He could not believe he was there, a hover in hand, cleaning the living room carpet. It was quite disturbing and after ten minutes of sucking up bits from the floor he had come to the conclusion that hovers did not agree with him. At all.
Clump, chrkk chrrrk, clump, clump .
The mechanism seemed to be having a bit of trouble, not to mention the wires were tangling round his legs like no tomorrow. He moved to his left and suddenly felt a pull as the wire tripped him. He grabbed to the shelf, knocking off several photographs and ornaments, before falling to the floor, the vacuum landing immediately on top of him.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Jackie yelled from the doorway.
The Doctor groaned. "What's it look like? I'm hovering," his muffled voice came from under the Dyson .
Jackie sighed; she had no choice but to admit, the doctor was simply no good at domestics.
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AN: I reckon this wasn't that good really, but I was bored, and writing, when suddenly my mind chose this moment to get a writers block. Anyway – review!